Author's note: Sorry for the delay in updating!

I'd like to thank 'ryrissa1993' for encouraging me to write more of this fic! An avid TC/Jordan shipper like myself, you should be sure to check out her first The Night Shift fic: 'Paralyzing Panic'. This chapter is dedicated to you to thank you for your support!

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10:12PM

"Hey kiddo, thought you'd be out for the count tonight." Drew commented, shuffling through the files he was updating.

Natasha groaned. "No. Ragosa woke me up with his persistent whistling." She jumped up to the nurses station. She had been here since 8PM and fell asleep pretty much as soon as her head hit the sofa.

Looking up at the teenager Drew asked, "Have you eat anything?"

Natasha shook her head.

The doctor nodded in understanding, although mentally planning for Krista to find some food for her - she had had trouble eating since the OD but he had been slightly concerned that she was still struggling despite the incident being a week ago now.

"Erm, how's things going with Rick?" Tasha wiggled her eyebrows slightly at the thought. Drew didn't say anything, practically ignoring her but it didn't take a genius to know that she was deflecting. "You both looked cosy at the start of shift." She hummed, knowing that if Drew wasn't going to entertain her she would just have to coax it out of him herself, Krista would definitely be proud.

Drew couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Why don't you go lie down kid? Think you're seeing things again."

"Oh funny." Nat hummed sarcastically as she watched her Uncle and Jordan make their way over to them. Her voice quieting a little. "Has he spoken to you?" When Drew looked questioningly at the Callahan she elaborated. "Uncle T, has he said anything?" She asked, a yawn evading her lips. She had barely spoken to him since the night she had been brought in and his silence was beginning to bug her.

Drew shook his head sadly. Natasha had told him about TC's lack of communication over the past few days, he really felt for the Callahan but he had already tried to encourage TC to speak with the teen. It hadn't worked.

Looking up, Natasha noticed TC and Jordan walking up to them. Jordan had been hanging around TC a lot more recently and as much as Natasha adored the doctor she had felt a little guilty on Landry who had become 'the other woman' almost. But as long as her Uncle T was happy she would never complain.

"Tasha, off." He groaned as he and Jordan approached the nurses station and shifted through the labs Kenny had just handed him. The young Callahan grumbled as she hit the floor with a thud.

Tasha sighed, even when he did speak it was no more than a few words, if she was lucky she'd get a grunt at the end of it. She chose to ignore him and instead addressed Jordan.

"Hi Jordan." Natasha smiled at the woman she had grown to love over the past few months she had been living with TC.

"What are you doing?" Jordan asked.

Natasha shifted on her heels, not really wanting to tell anyone that she hadn't felt that great. "Just needed to stretch my legs." She shrugged. "I'm gonna go find something to do." She said, another yawn escaping.

"You do that kid." TC hummed, not really paying attention.

She rolled her eyes, smiling at Jordan. "Bye Jordan. See ya later, Drew." Lifting her hand up, she gave him a quick high five before wandering back towards the break room.

"She seems to be doing better." Drew commented as soon as he saw that Natasha was out of sight. It was far from what he believed but at this point he would say anything for TC to acknowledge her.

TC chose not to answer or entertain him with a response and instead made his way back to the Trauma bays where he would continue to treat patients.

Drew looked to Jordan expectedly.

"I'll talk to him." Jordan offered before she walked away. Thinking about how she would approach the ex army medic.

12:31AM

TC and Jordan found themselves in the locker room, again. Both finding comfort in each other's hold they took a break from their shift.

"That was nice." TC grinned, eyeing the well toned body of the female doctor, his grin turning into a smile. It had been the first smile he had shared in a few days.

Jordan rolled her eyes. Standing up, she began to change, they had been gone for 30 minutes at this point and people would begin to question their absence.

"We should do this more often. I'm pretty sure it keeps me in shape." TC had been persistently talking to her until suddenly he became quieter.

Wondering what he was doing, Jordan moved over to TC's locker which had been back to back with hers. That's when she heard a small sniff from the man.

"She's grown up a lot." Jordan commented, eyeing the pictures TC was looking at.

Many people would picture TC's locker to bland with no human touch but that was far from the truth. The locker door had been decorated with numerous pictures, all either with himself, Thad or Natasha in them. The pictures had began with TC holding baby Natasha Callahan before they became varied with both pictures of himself and his niece and pictures of Thad with them too.

"How is she doing? Really?" Jordan asked, pulling her scrub top back on.

When Natasha had been brought into the ER she, alongside Drew had been the lead physicians. Jordan had been the one to find TC and Natasha curled up in her hospital bed, although heart breaking to see the pain in their features. She knew for both of them it was going to be difficult, especially since Tasha was in her senior year and would be subject to dangerous situations that could potentially land her here again. She just hoped that Natasha would learn to resist.

TC looked up from the photos and shrugged.

"TC." Jordan whined. "Have you even spoken to her about this?" She asked, her eyes full of worry. When TC didn't reply it didn't take long for her to work out that TC hadn't. "You haven't, have you?"

The doctor had been about to argue but he had been halted when Topher walked into the locker room. Sensing he had interrupted something, he quickly apologised. "Didn't mean to interrupt. Uh we've got a teen coming in, no further details yet" Topher informed quickly before backing out of the locker room again and heading over to the ER entrance as he awaited the EMS' arrival.

Topher, like Drew had served with TC on a number of tours. They had become good friends over the years.

"We'll talk about this later." Jordan said before she headed out too, followed closely by TC.

01:01AM

"Dr Zia, TC I need a hand." Jordan had already made her way to the doors and called the two doctors who had just finished treating a patient to help her.

Spotting the paramedics who rushed through the door she took the lead. "What do you have for us Gwen?"

"17-year-old male, extremely combative." The black haired paramedic informed before adding "Trashed our ambo." She grumbled.

"Do we know what he's taken?" Topher asked. He looked up at the ex medic, contemplating for a second or two before he spoke. "Hey, TC. Wanna sit this one out?" He asked his friend. It had been more of a demand rather than a request.

"I don't need to." TC retorted. He knew that Topher was only offering in fear it would bring back the images of Natasha lying in her bed, fragile and sick but this was TC's job, he had no choice but to continue.

Topher looked to Jordan, hoping that she would help. She just shrugged before diverting her attention back to the patient.

The teenager was thrashing and screaming in the doctor's faces and the doctors had all agreed to restrain the teen. Restraining him, they all continued the patient.

"Let's set up an Ativan drip, then send him for head CT." Dr Callahan ordered.

Jordan had began to intubate the young teen but had found it difficult "He's protecting his airway." On her second attempt with Topher applying pressure. "Okay, we're in."

"Send blood and urine for a tox screen." TC added from behind them.

"Copy that." Kenny nodded before heading back over to the nurses station.

"We're losing him!" Jordan screamed across the monitors making everyone turn, he had been fine two seconds ago. His heart rhythm elevating...flat lined.

TC was quick to start chest compressions. His hands pounding on the boy's chest, hoping to resuscitate the kid.

Thoughts clouded his mind. What if this was Tasha? What if she had been the one underneath his palms as he tried to keep her heart from stopping?

"TC, he's gone." Jordan laid a hand on the man's shoulder. But he didn't stop. She knew he was applying this situation to the same one he could've found himself in only a week ago.

"Come on, man." Topher said with slight force.

Slowly, TC pulled away. "Time of death: 1:17AM." He announced in defeat. With one last look to his colleagues he fled, heading in the direction of the locker room. He hadn't realised Jordan had followed behind him, as soon as he entered the room he slammed his hand on his locker in temper.

"Hey. Stop that." A voice made him jump. Jordan. "Is this about Natasha? TC you should've listened to Topher. You need to go and speak to Tasha, before this only gets worse!"

He shook his head. When he watched Jordan throw her arms up in defeat he quickly spoke up. "What do I say? What can I say?" He asked.

"Don't say anything! Just listen to her!" Jordan explained. She understood that this must have been hard on TC too but right now making sure that Natasha didn't spiral was their main priority. "You have to help her."

"She nearly got herself killed, Jordan! What if she had died? What if I'd lost the only thing I had left to remind me of that!" TC snapped. He hadn't really anticipated it but his fist connected with his locker door making it swing violently.

"TC. Stop!" Jordan warned, again.

TC collapsed to the bench. His head in his hands. "What if I can't help her, Jordan? What if I fail her, just- what if I let Thad down."

"You need to be there for her, T. She's scared, trust me, she doesn't know what you're feeling, she thinks you're angry." She said, sitting next to him on the bench.

"I'm not angry." TC couldn't help but let his voice crack. Had Natasha really thought that?

"She doesn't see it like that T, she thinks you're ignoring her. She needs to know that you're gonna be there for her, through all of this." Jordan said, seriously.

"I don't think I can do this on my own." TC admitted, sighing in defeat as a tear slid from his eye.

"You're not doing this on your own T. I'm gonna be there too." She smiled softly.

3:00AM

TC headed towards the break room just after 3AM. After speaking with Jordan earlier and losing the kid that had OD'd he knew that he couldn't ignore his niece any longer.

When he arrived outside the break room door he couldn't help it smile at the sight he was met with. Natasha reading. It was something she didn't do anymore, not since Thad had died.

Growing up, Natasha adored her reading. It had been something she used to look forward to, especially when her Dad would buy her a new book. Thad, although not academic at all, encouraged his daughter. TC often joked that turning Tasha into a 'book worm' was Thad's way of keeping his daughter away from trouble but somehow it always caught up to her.

So when TC caught sight of his niece reading, and the look of pure passion in her face as she scanned every word, all sense to the outside world gone.

Knowing that Tasha was probably too lost in her book he just watched from the opened door, his body leaning against the door frame.

He watched the peaceful look on her face as she read with conviction.

"How long have you been stood there?" His niece said, making him smile a little. He had missed hearing the unintentional challenge in her voice despite it only being a few days since he had heard it last.

"Not long." He moved to sit on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "What ya readin'?" He asked, turning his head to the right to work out what she had been reading. "Les miserables." TC noted, "The miserable ones."

Natasha turned to her Uncle, not sure his reason for being there, especially since he had been practically avoiding her all shift.

"How are you doing kid?"

The Callahan had been taken aback by the sudden concern in her Uncle's voice. "I could ask you the same question." She said, her eyes not moving from his damaged knuckles. She doubted he had hit someone, but something? That was highly likely.

TC sighed, "Tough shift." He offered as an explanation. It was clear she didn't believe him, because her eyes remained focus on the purpling hand of her uncle T. Sensing that she wasn't going to speak, he continued. "I'm not angry."

Natasha's head snapped up, shakily she asked. "You're not?"

TC smiled. "No. Just worried." He admitted, sadly.

His niece hadn't been sure what to say so instead she nodded and returned to her book. TC had been about to stand up when Natasha finally spoke up.

"It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live." She whispered, the words flowing easily. It was a quote from the book she was reading, TC had recalled it, Jordan had read the self same book when they had been dating as interns, she still quoted her favourite parts to this day. "Dad lived, didn't he Uncle T?"

TC couldn't be sure if his niece was asking him or simply stating. "Yeah, he did honey."

"Can we go see him? After your shift? It's just I haven't been in a while and I want- I want to tell him what happened." Tasha admitted, her eyes not reaching TC's, almost like she didn't want to cause him further disappointment.

A soft and reassuring smile appeared at TC's features, leaning down he places a gentle kiss on the top of Nat's forehead. "Course we can, after breakfast? Sound good?"

"Sounds good." Natasha nodded.

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